Exotic Weed (feat. King EZ)
(Am I a God?)
(Lorenz don't stop)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Broke me down a dutch and ima fill it with exotic weed
Counting hella money, hella hundreds ain't no stopping me
Trying to run off on the gang, they'll fuck around and chop your knees
I'm the type to cop some p's while you're the type to cop a g
Ain't no telling what I'll get into when I be off the bean
Off the lean, off the green, no telling what it's costing me
Fuck around and do the time while you the type to cop a plea
You're the type to get caught with the opps and say, "they not with me"
Counting hella cheddar, hella guala, hella broccoli
Caught me fucking on your bitch? Yeah, huh probably
Posted with extended clips, yeah, huh we popping these
And we know you ain't on shit. Boy you straight comedy
Tried to go and take me out but bitch you did it sloppily
Tried to go and set me up while your bitch was on top of me
Really think I'd fall asleep? Bitch the money calling me
Why you steady hating? We both came up from the bottom g
I will never get it, yeah forget it bitch you gotta leave
Get the bag and flip it then I split it with my prodigy
Make my mama proud of me
That's just how it's gotta be
I been through some shit and seen some shit that you would not believe
Ready got some shit and done some shit that you could not achieve
Why you in the trap, if you can't even work a scale?
Pour me a eight, I get to moving like a snail
Pops been gone, man I think he like jail
Bitch say she down? Better do a cart wheel
If I pull up right now bet I'm throwing darts still
Throw the p's in the mail. Bet they hard sealed
Pull this 40 out now, you ain't acting hard still
And this bitch ask for money, I told her I speak braille
And she act annoying, gave her money for her nails
Stacking bread for the bail
Soon as I touchdown, catch a play, I catch a sale
Soon as I hit the spot they tucking tails
And you ain't bout that action you just telling fairy tales
Out here stacking green, I'm stacking kale
(Am I a God?)
(I need my money, money, yeah)
(I need my money now)
(Lorenz don't stop)
(I need my money, money)
(I need my money now)
(Lorenz don't stop)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Broke me down a dutch and ima fill it with exotic weed
Counting hella money, hella hundreds ain't no stopping me
Trying to run off on the gang, they'll fuck around and chop your knees
I'm the type to cop some p's while you're the type to cop a g
Ain't no telling what I'll get into when I be off the bean
Off the lean, off the green, no telling what it's costing me
Fuck around and do the time while you the type to cop a plea
You're the type to get caught with the opps and say, "they not with me"
Counting hella cheddar, hella guala, hella broccoli
Caught me fucking on your bitch? Yeah, huh probably
Posted with extended clips, yeah, huh we popping these
And we know you ain't on shit. Boy you straight comedy
Tried to go and take me out but bitch you did it sloppily
Tried to go and set me up while your bitch was on top of me
Really think I'd fall asleep? Bitch the money calling me
Why you steady hating? We both came up from the bottom g
I will never get it, yeah forget it bitch you gotta leave
Get the bag and flip it then I split it with my prodigy
Make my mama proud of me
That's just how it's gotta be
I been through some shit and seen some shit that you would not believe
Ready got some shit and done some shit that you could not achieve
Why you in the trap, if you can't even work a scale?
Pour me a eight, I get to moving like a snail
Pops been gone, man I think he like jail
Bitch say she down? Better do a cart wheel
If I pull up right now bet I'm throwing darts still
Throw the p's in the mail. Bet they hard sealed
Pull this 40 out now, you ain't acting hard still
And this bitch ask for money, I told her I speak braille
And she act annoying, gave her money for her nails
Stacking bread for the bail
Soon as I touchdown, catch a play, I catch a sale
Soon as I hit the spot they tucking tails
And you ain't bout that action you just telling fairy tales
Out here stacking green, I'm stacking kale
(Am I a God?)
(I need my money, money, yeah)
(I need my money now)
(Lorenz don't stop)
(I need my money, money)
(I need my money now)
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Wenner
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